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Continue reading →: A Message to TeachersI think I look healed. Put together. My parents smile at me now and say, “I’m so proud of you.”And they mean it. From the outside, my growth is visible. It shows. But internally, some days still feel like I’m breaking.Like I’m worth nothing. I’ve come so far. I am…
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Continue reading →: Emotional Labor Cheat Sheet
You are not responsible for managing other people’s emotions I wanted to create an outline because the patterns weren’t always obvious—and the ones that kept me stuck in emotional labor looked like this: When you’re constantly: Your brain and body stay in a low-level “on duty” state. This requires real…
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Continue reading →: P is for Perfect
P for the girl I tried to protect with all of me, never knowing that love sometimes asks you to let go. Because the version I let go ofwasn’t the girl I used to know. “You don’t need to be strong… I’ll be strong for you.” I had always thought…
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Continue reading →: The One I Prayed For
The one thing I wanted most in the worldI decided would be the very thing I could never have. Since I was a little girlI prayed to God, begged for a soulmate,obsessed with the idea of love—yet somewhere along the wayI unconsciously decided I would never be worthy of it.…
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Continue reading →: The Disrespectful Daughter
“Mija, family will always be there for you.You should always forgive your family.” My nana said this to me recently. Except she wasn’t speaking to me—she was speaking to the version of me that once existed. I was the dependent daughter.The one who stayed small.Who accommodated everyone else—who preserved the…
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Continue reading →: Will You be Happy Without Me?
The most cliché quote ever written turned out to hold the most important advice for my life: You can’t love someone else until you learn to love yourself. I used to think this sounded unfair—like it was saying people weren’t worthy of love until they had everything figured out. But…
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Continue reading →: An Abundance of New Friends
“Alex, you always pick the worst friends.” Something my sister said to me far too often. I always brushed it off—quick to dismiss her, thinking, well… you don’t even have friends. The truth being that she was semi-right. I always knew that on some level, but it went much deeper…
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Continue reading →: The Ugly Butterfly
I thought love was supposed to bring out my chaos—the highs and lows were ecstasy for my soul,something that could cure my sadness. I thought I felt alive. But I was drowning in uncertainty—pulled under by the very thing I thought would save me. No one taught me that calm…
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Continue reading →: When Calm Doesn’t Feel Safe
I was six years old the first time I thought something bad was going to happen to me—and my body never forgot that feeling. Growing up in a Hispanic household, I developed a dysregulated nervous system early on. Anxiety and panic attacks became familiar to me at a young age,…
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Continue reading →: Sealed by Blood prt II
For years I had only known her as the girl in my dreams.Haunting me. Taunting me. A constant pull I could not explain. As well as a deep desire to know her—to stand beside her, to understand why she had such control over my mind. And there she was… only…
Hello…
I’m Alex
I’m a writer.
The name Diaries of a Twenty-Six-Year-Old Girl comes from me saying,
“But… I’m just a twenty-six-year-old girl” when I don’t want to do something.
However, it’s genuinely gotten me through life’s struggles.
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Diaries of a Twenty-Six-Year Old Girl 